He hates himself for the absurd, romantic comedyness of it all. He loved her before he ever kissed her. He wanted to be with her forever when she was engaged to another man. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He still wants that.

This isn’t motel art anymore. This isn’t crap without inspiration, just drawing or sketching or painting because that’s what she’s supposed to do as an artist.This is inspiration. This is exhilaration. This is love.